One second she was about to taste the sweet and delicious victory she's been yearning for since she was imprisoned.

"You're a pony yourself, aren't you? I'd be damned if you were the next one to bring my downfall, pony."

Instead, she's tasting the Castle floor as her mind began to fully understand the situation she was in. All decisive thoughts were thrown out the window. There was only anger and pain.

"Look at me, I'm Hitch. Everypony loves me, I've got a perfect mane, shredded abs and think my paid-off mortgage gives me the right to drag my deputy to chase after the crazy mare he already told me to arrest too many times to count. Bleh." Sprout murmured, kicking any small rock that got on his path in frustration.

The entire herd of bunnies that had gathered around the taller stallion suddenly cheered at his heroic speech and Sprout groaned.

(or: the movie if Hitch managed to drag Sprout along on the adventure)

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Argyle came to us by sea. He brought us his notes, a smile, and an impossible dream.

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With rumors rising of multiple break outs in the royal castle's dungeon, Clover takes it on herself to investigate. But she becomes more curious when she realizes the Council of High Mages are keeping something dangerous in the dungeon.

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The great ZettaiDullahan for the amazing cover he provided for this piece for free.

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Based on the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Sgt. Sprinkles

Being a reprint from the reminiscences of John H. Watcolt, M.D., late of the Wonderbolt Medical Department

In glancing over my notes of the hundreds of cases in which I have during the years studied the methods of my celebrated friend, Sherclop Pones, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace; for, working as he did rather for the love of his art than for the acquirement of wealth, he refused to associate himself with any investigation which did not tend towards the unusual, and even the fantastic. Of all these varied cases, however, I cannot recall any which presented more singular features than that which was associated with the infamous case of Pinkie’s Cupcakes. The events in question occurred in the early days of my association with Pones, when we were sharing rooms as bachelors in Baker Street. It is possible that I might have placed them upon record before, but a promise of secrecy was made at the time, from which I have only been freed during the last month by Princess Twilight Sparkle upon her coronation as the Ruler of the Equestrian Monarchy, desiring for this particular case in which I am about to narrate to be at last be known to general public (much to the Caballus Club’s objection.) It is perhaps as well that the facts should now come to light, for I have reasons to know that there are widespread rumours as to the disappearance of Rainbow Dash of loyal reputation, which tend to make the matter even more terrible than the truth.

Rainbow Dash wants her friends to experience flight and speed like her but she doesn't know how! Until she sees a strange machine being sold while she was on one of her wonderbolt tours.

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Celestia had come to hate the fragrance of dark coffee. Because it had meant Twilight was up. 

Two things Twilight learned the days before the Grand Galloping Gala. One: don’t cast spells to force you to stay awake. Two: who knew Discord would make such a brilliant dance partner?

When Twilight royally messes up before the grand galloping gala she sits in agony at the thought of having to see the very nobles at the gala who saw her collapse. However, in this self-deprecation she least expected Discord to be a source of comfort.

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Luna has always seen Celestia’s caring nature towards their subjects but to Twilight it was different. 

Every time Luna falls asleep, her lover vanishes. Every morning, she must find who he's replaced.

Sex tag for allusions to sex off-screen and mentions of stallion's equipment. You know the drill. Better safe than sorry.

Written for Zontan as part of a Christmas fic exchange. The prompt he gave was "I want a story about a sympathetic villain protagonist. Tempest, Nightmare Moon, Starlight, Chrysalis, etc - so long as they're out there doing villainous things for good reason."